Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Dalia shifted Claude's cock in her hand, the scent rising from it—a heady mix of semen and her own arousal—strangely intoxicating. She wanted to taste it. Craved it, even.

But not yet.

She wanted to savor this moment. To watch Claude grow desperate, needy. After all, it had always been her who came undone.

Her pointed nose brushed softly along his shaft, and Claude shuddered beneath her touch.

"What are you waiting for, Mother?" he muttered, voice strained. "Can't you see how hard I am?"

She smirked, eyes gleaming. "Don't be so impatient, Claude. I'm admiring the view. Don't you think your cock looks like a work of art? How does something this big even fit inside me?"

Claude chuckled, the tension in his voice still lingering. "Guess I got lucky with your genes."

Dalia laughed softly. "Hmm… I wonder if that's really the reason," she murmured, wrapping her fingers around his shaft.

Her hand stroked him slowly, teasingly, up and down. Claude groaned, his body reacting to the soft warmth of her touch, to the skilled rhythm of her strokes.

Then she lowered her head, tongue flicking out to trace deliberate circles around his tip. Claude trembled—it was one of his most sensitive spots.

"M-mother…" he hissed, his hand slipping into her silver hair, gripping it gently. "Just put it in your mouth already."

"Mmm~ just a little longer," she whispered, her breath ghosting over him. He groaned in frustration, while she smiled, savoring his torment.

Finally, her lips parted. She began to take him in—slowly, her breath quickening as her mouth stretched to accommodate him.

She couldn't take all of him, but she managed most, and to Claude, that was more than enough.

Dalia's mouth was warm, wet, and tight around him. She moved slowly at first, her lips gliding down his length, then pulling back with a soft pop that left Claude gasping.

His hand remained tangled in her hair, but he didn't guide her. He wanted her to do this, all things to satisfy him.

"Fuck…" he breathed, watching as her tongue traced the underside of his shaft, then swirled around his tip again. "You're really taking your time, huh?"

Dalia hummed against him, the vibration making his thighs twitch. She looked up at him through her lashes, mischief burning in her blue eyes. That look alone made Claude's cock twitch in her mouth.

She let him slip from her lips again, a thin string of saliva still connecting them. "You used to love teasing me like this," she murmured, stroking him with her hand.

"But now that I'm the one playing… you look like you're about to break."

Claude exhaled sharply, jaw clenched. "You think this is enough to break me?"

Dalia smiled, leaning in to drag her tongue slowly from the base to the tip. "Oh, I know I can break you. Just like you've broken me… over and over again."

He opened his mouth to reply, but a sharp gasp escaped him instead as she took him back in—deeper this time.

Her throat tightened around him, and he could feel her muscles contract as she fought her gag reflex, determined to take more.

"Mmhhh~" she hummed, trying so hard to satisfy him.

She bobbed her head in a steady rhythm now, her cheeks hollowing with each motion. The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room, lewd and rhythmic, blending with Claude's increasingly ragged breaths.

"Dalia—shit—your mouth feels so good…" he groaned, hips twitching upward, though he tried to hold still.

Her hand stroked what her lips couldn't reach, squeezing his balls gently, working in perfect harmony with her mouth.

"Ahhh... Damn, you really know how I like it," he groaned. Enjoyed how her hand played with his nuts.

She was focused, relentless, like she wanted to memorize every vein, every twitch, every pulse of him.

Claude groaned deeply as Dalia's pace quickened, her mouth working him with increasing intensity. Her throat kept tightening around him with every descent, each movement wetter, deeper, more reckless.

The way the head of his cock bumped against the back of her throat made his spine arch.

"Mother—I'm gonna cum," he warned, voice ragged. "Drink all of it."

Dalia didn't slow down. If anything, she pushed further, taking him as deep as she could. Her throat clenched around him just as he came with a heavy groan, his release flooding her mouth in thick, hot spurts.

"Nnngghh~"

She moaned as she swallowed, savoring the taste as if it were something decadent.

The sheer volume of it had her dizzy, her head spinning from the sweetness and the heat. Her tongue greedily chased every drop, and she drank him like syrup—like it was something she'd craved all along.

When Claude finally pulled free, his cock slid out of her mouth with a wet sound, leaving her gasping for air.

Cum clung to her lips and dripped down her chin, her cheeks flushed red, eyes glazed with desire. She looked utterly ruined—and beautiful.

Claude's breath was still uneven, but his eyes burned as he reached forward. He wiped a streak of his cum from her cheek, then tilted her chin up with a firm hand.

"You really love the taste of my cum that much?" he asked, voice low, teasing.

Dalia gave a dazed nod, eyes heavy with lust and adoration. Her lips parted slightly as if asking for more.

Claude smirked. "Then ride me, Mother. I want to see how good you really are."

A wicked grin curved her lips as she climbed onto him, straddling his lap with an eager glint in her eyes.

"Gladly," she whispered, her slick heat already pressing down against his length.

Dalia rose onto her knees, her hands pressed against Claude's chest as she positioned herself above his length.

His cock, still slick with her saliva and his release, twitched in anticipation beneath her. She was wet—soaked, in fact.

Just the sight of her mouth full of his cum had left her trembling with need, and now that she was poised over him, every nerve in her body ached for more.

She lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, letting the thick head of his cock stretch her open.

"Ahhh~ So bigg!!"

Her breath caught in her throat as he slid inside, and Claude groaned at the heat and tightness engulfing him.

"And you are so tight…" he hissed, gripping her hips tightly. "You become even more beautiful after labor I wonder why?"

Dalia laughed, "Of course, it's because you treat me well." she kissed him gently.

After that, she sank further down, taking him deeper. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as she finally seated herself fully on him, her body trembling slightly as she adjusted to the stretch.

Claude watched her closely. The way her silver hair clung to her damp skin, how her chest rose and fell with every breath, how her folds gripped him so snugly—it was overwhelming.

"Move," he murmured, voice hoarse. "I want to feel all of you."

Dalia smiled faintly and began to roll her hips in a slow rhythm. Her hands braced against his chest for balance as she found a steady pace, lifting herself slightly and sinking down again, letting his cock rub against every sensitive spot inside her.

"Ahhh~ Ahhh~ I never get tired of your cock! It's so good!!!" she moaned, her boobs swaying around every movement, and Claude couldn't help but pinch it.

She whimpered even harder, his fingers pulling her nipple hard, making milk dripping down from her chest again.

"Not empty yet, huh?"

Dalia frowned, "You bad boy!"

But still, she keep moving, enjoying the way his penis could touch every nerve inside her pussy.

Claude then leaned forward to press his mouth to her chest, drinking the milk that came out freely. He kissed along her collarbone, then nipped lightly at her skin, drawing soft gasps from her lips as she continued riding him.

"Look at you," he breathed against her skin. "You're soaking me."

"Ngghh~ Because you feel too good," she whispered, her voice shaky, full of need. "Ahhh!!! I-I can't stop."

"Then don't."

He thrust upward suddenly, meeting her movements, and she cried out, her nails digging into his chest.

"OHHH!!! OHH GODDD!!"

Her rhythm faltered for a moment, but she quickly adjusted, her pace growing faster, more erratic as the pleasure built inside her.

"I-I think I'm gonna cummhhh!!! Hhhnngghhh~"

Each time she came down, she took him deep—so deep she swore she could feel him in her stomach.

Her walls clenched around him tightly, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, lewd and intoxicating.

Claude groaned, her pussy pulsing inside him, clamping him down even more wanting to milk him dry.

His head fell back against the pillows, his jaw clenched. "Mother, I'm close…"

She was too.

Her body tensed, and her moans turned breathless and high-pitched. Her movements became frantic as she chased release, grinding down hard, needing to feel him spill inside her again.

"CUMMM!!! AHHH!!! NGGHH!!! CUMMINGGG!!!"

With a loud cry, she came—her walls spasming around him, her body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her.

Claude followed moments later, groaning as he thrust deep and spilled inside her, his grip tightening on her hips as he filled her with thick heat.

They stayed like that, bodies locked together, trembling and gasping.

Dalia collapsed against his chest, her breath warm against his neck.

"I can't get enough of your cock," she whispered.

Claude stroked her back, his voice rough but affectionate. "Me too."